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I grab his hand to stop him. “I’m all right. I don’t even have a headache anymore. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“I’ll always worry. I care for you, Adelina.”
I duck my head. Do I care for him? I’m starting to, which scares me. “I appreciate that. I do. But I’m fine. Why don’t we do something to pass the time? We could go back out to the pool.”
He frowns. “I think I’ve had enough of pools to last me a lifetime.”
I laugh. My hand is still in his, and it feels normal, right, like there’s nothing to it. “Ok. Fair enough.”
“Well, there was some maintenance I wanted to do on my bike,” he says. “If you care to join me. You could learn more about it.”
“Your motorcycle?”
“Why not? My bike is my livelihood. I’d like to share it with you.”
While the thought of watching Matteo tinker with his bike doesn’t sound very appealing, I know it would mean a lot to himif I showed interest. That’s part of being a good spouse. A blank slate.
“Ok,” I finally say.
We head out to the parking lot where his bike is, with Matteo carrying a toolbox he had stashed in the room. “I asked the front desk for it,” he explains. Even on our honeymoon, he still needs to have tools to work on his bike.
He pushes his bike to a more secluded area of the lot, farther away from the hotel, and starts working on it. I honestly don’t understand a thing he’s doing, even when he’s explaining it to me, so I just watch.
As he tinkers with his bike, something occurs to me. He looks good doing it.Verygood.
His sleeves are rolled up, giving me a good view of his muscular arms. Sweat pools on his neck, which would normally gross me out, but on him, it looks sexy. His white shirt clings to his body, showing off his physique. I’m sitting on a bench nearby and have to cross my legs as the pulsing begins between my legs. I don’t know how Matteo does it, but he’s managed to turn me on. I never thought I’d be attracted to a biker, and yet, here I am.
Even as grease covers Matteo’s hands, I still find him sexy. I shift in my seat, trying to find relief from the sensations going through me. It’s not enough.
Matteo, who’s been talking to me this entire time, explaining the ins and outs of his bike, pauses and glances at me. “Are you all right?”
“Mm-hm,” I say, keeping my lips clamped shut as well as my legs. They’re crossed so tight that the circulation to my legs might stop soon.
He eyes me over. “You seem tense. Are you getting bored? We can stop if you want.”
“I do want.” I spring up from my seat and start walking toward the hotel.
Matteo springs after me, wiping his dirty hands on a towel. “Are you in a hurry for some reason?”
“Nope.” I pick up my pace until I’m back in the hotel, Matteo right next to me. I’m worried he’ll see the expression on my face and understand. I want him. I want to feel his lips touch mine again. I’ll fully admit I like how he’s kissed me before. I want more of it.
I hurry into an elevator, and Matteo slides in next to me, still looking at me like I’ve gone crazy.
Once we’re back in our room, he turns to me and says, “Listen. We agreed to give each other a chance. It meant a lot for me to show you my bike. If you’re not interested—”
I cut him off by grabbing his face and pulling it down to mine, our lips colliding. Matteo grunts and is still for a second before he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer. It feels so good having his strong body pressed against mine. I’ve never felt safer. I kiss him like I’m losing air by the second. I just need to feel this. I’ve pushed him away for so long, and I’m tired of it. I’m attracted to him. I like how he kisses me. Why not give in to him?
Matteo growls into my mouth and presses my back into the wall. He’s not even questioning this. He’s always wanted to be with me. He’s said so himself. I’m giving him what he wants, and he’s taking it.
I gasp as he roams his hands up and down my body, squeezing my behind and pulling me closer. I frantically kiss him back as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He’s so strong.
Matteo’s hands move from my behind to my breasts, where he cups each in his large hands. I don’t stop him. It feels amazing. The throbbing sensation between my legs grows stronger, and I know only Matteo can help me with it.
“God, Adelina,” he says as he kisses down my throat. “Fuck.” He doesn’t say more. He doesn’t need to.
I lean into his hands as they massage my breasts. I wonder what it would feel like to be skin-to-skin with him, our pesky clothes out of the way.
I gasp again as he rips his hands from my breasts and cups them around my thighs, lifting me. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist lest I fall over. Our bodies are so close now, but it’s still not enough. This sudden passion overtaking me is almost scary, but I don’t care. All I need right now is Matteo.
